In general a brothel seemed to be the preferred option for most of them, because in a private harem you didn't get much sex, it was very boring, and y...u could get stuck with a man you didn't like. In a brothel you got lots of sex and the bad men were interspersed with good ones. All had agreed that being a field slave or bath slave would be the pits; after a clitorectomy, a hysterectomy, and with the vulva sewn up so that no man could use you in the normal way, you would get no pleasure even. Not bad she thought. She put on some dark green eye shadow and dark red lipstick and lots of black eye liner. She was already quite pale but put on some very light foundation to make her self even more so.'All done, ' she said to herself then she walked upstairs in her high heels. The music was blaring and the lights dim. There were black candles lit everywhere and big red toss pillows on the floor. There were pumpkins and black paper bats placed here and there. Also skulls. Rex was leaning. "You're let's see, how many partners have you had this year?" He raised an eyebrow."I don't count them. Several, let's say several." She licked her lips and pursed them, knowing how good that looked and counting lovers in her head, perhaps a score she decided.He laughed and nodded. "Very well. Mr. Price will finish this interview." He pushed a button and the door behind her opened. Susan stood, feeling her jugs bobbling and her pussy trembling, and faced a smiling man who looked like a. After a while she lay back and gestured to her mouth. I dribbled every last drop into her, by now the cum was very diluted with our saliva, so ran like a cummy drink. Next she pushed me back onto the floor and dropped the entire load into my mouth. As she could now speak she said: 'Swallow it down for me now, good little cum slut!' I did as I was ordered, my cock was leaking so much my balls were covered and seeing this she sucked me deep into her little mouth. After only a few minutes I was.